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[polnawrath]

Kakyoin didn't think that he'd get to have sex before he died. He hadn't really been as upset about that as he'd been about everything else about realizing who - what - he'd always been. What no one would ever get to see in him, or understand. The little broken shards he kept facing inwards where no one got to see them.

But then that got turned on its head by DIO, and then by his new group of sort-of-friends, and then by a man he'd literally just met even more recently than the rest. Ambrose is so bold against the social norms that at first, Kakyoin was afraid to approach him. Not because he didn't understand...but because he was afraid of what other people might think if they realized he did.

When he'd finally given it a chance and approached, spurred on by his brief talk with Polnareff, he'd been pleasantly but dizzyingly shocked.

Right now, Kakyoin's heart is beating fast enough against his ribs he's almost surprised it doesn't fly away. But the sensation of anxiety now is different than it's ever felt before. The two men with him, for very different reasons and in different ways, aren't leering at his weakness like birds of prey waiting to swoop. Ambrose is soft and cushions those parts of him, and Polnareff is a warm glow that keeps Kakyoin's nerves from freezing back over.

When they're both so engaging, so alive, how can he force himself to pretend he doesn't so desperately want connection with them?

Being stripped isn't just physical. Kakyoin isn't foolish enough to ignore that. And as he feels Ambrose press on his chest and only gradually realizes what he's implying, as he leans back until the bed sheets are what envelopes him from behind, he feels the vibrating shock of it hitting him. Too-tight. "S-sorry, just--" He's sitting up and now he feels his cheeks growing warmer. Polnareff says something ('Hey, it's fine, just take it easy--') but Kakyoin only spares him a moment's glance (he isn't angry, just confused, and there's an undeniable kindness in his eyes) before he looks at Ambrose.

As soon as he can sit up again, he feels like he can breathe. "I'd...like to do this part myself, I think." For them. For himself. He's reaching for the buckle of his belt, and then as he goes, he realizes that he wouldn't mind... "If we could lay on our sides...? Ambrose-san. Polnareff-san."

Polnareff's expressive face is watching him raptly, even while he's got fingers twining through Ambrose's hair and one hand out of view but almost certainly near the other man's clothed ass. "Yeah. Honestly it's probably more comfortable than whatever the fuck kind of stack we were about to end up in right now."

Kakyoin's smile is small and less sure than he'd like it, but it isn't forced. When he leans in against Ambrose's mouth again, he says softly enough for just them, "It's not a lack of trust for you...or your hunger. Just my own."

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The clip of Kakyoin's pulse could have Ambrose salivating, the force of its fervor an all-encompassing desire that a vampire could rarely refuse themselves — but Ambrose has enough of his wits in tact, between the climbing anxiety of the heart before him and being pressed in the midst of two fine men, to suddenly pause for it. Maybe he reads Kakyoin himself, enough to anticipate the pause, or maybe it's simply the shattering point of his resolve that can be traced in his pulse.

Whatever it is, Ambrose is still and attentive when Kakyoin stops to sit up again. He isn't fleeing, which is fortunate; when he sees the pang of something alarmed in the younger one's face, his mind returns to the conversation they had been holding before Polnareff's pleasant invasion. This convergence isn't a test — Kakyoin knows what he feels, but that alone isn't enough to prepare someone for engaging in something painfully delicate, in a woefully literal way. Ambrose knows that well enough himself.

He thinks that Polnareff must not know, and knows from there that it isn't his own place to change that. At a concerned loss, Ambrose waits while Kakyoin balances himself, setting his parameters...for continuing forward.

"It's all right," Ambrose murmurs, bolstering Kakyoin with a hand on his bare shoulder, not caressing or stimulating, only holding him while they sit. He sees the sharpness of his nerves and recognizes them, knows the brand of fear they're relative to. He can't know what Kakyoin hasn't told him, but more than see the anxiety...Ambrose sees the bravery and keenness to continue, and it's far more vibrant than anything else. Fear is a response, but that bravery is a piece of the younger man's entire identity.

He would kiss Kakyoin again, but instead Ambrose tilts in again, bending his back in a round arc instead of leaning in from the waist, bowing to plant a kiss on Kakyoin's shoulder while he begins to unbuckle his belt. "Take all of the time you need. We're here with you."

Ambrose feels Polnareff lay down behind him on the bed, his hand holding onto the side of his hip, not pulling with intention but strictly gravity. It's still enough to lure Ambrose back, to glide slowly down while he too drags his own hand down Kakyoin's bare arm. "Besides, I've been instructing Jean-Pierre in the virtues of patience." Not that Ambrose is a natural lewd tease, but skilled in double meanings of any genre, certainly. Ambrose's smile is kind...and rather amused as he settles down in the bed, his backside nestled comfortably against the man-in-question's front.

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Kakyoin definitely didn't foresee, even in the most self-indulgent and guilty fantasies conducted in furtive showers and late nights throughout his life, being with two men at once. But now he sees Ambrose lay himself down, a person both masculine and feminine and softly, gently kind. Behind Ambrose's smooth shoulder accented with a sea foam green dress is Polnareff's mountain of a shoulder and arm, easily visible even while he lays behind the other.

Both are willing. Both are so at-ease like this too, and for different reasons. Polnareff doesn't see the risk for what it is, has no idea what Kakyoin's fears are really like. And Ambrose...Kakyoin has known him an even shorter amount of time, but he seems like a man who has simply made peace with that lingering fear, who's embraced himself in the absence of anyone else to do it for him.

Kakyoin unclasps his belt and pulls it out, trousers unzippered shortly after. Thank god he already took his shoes off when he arrived in someone else's hotel room, or this would only be more awkward.

"Patience is okay, I guess." Polnareff says into the back of Ambrose's shoulder. Watching the happy, cat-like way he stretches into the space between them and rolls his hips lazily against Ambrose sends a thrill through Kakyoin's stomach, just as much as Ambrose's softer and pointed words did. "Still like what comes after the patience best, though." Said like a joke, like he's actually in on it this time and knows he's being ridiculous, and Kakyoin scoffs a laugh despite himself as he frees himself of his dress trousers.

Laying back down is natural, and then Kakyoin is the one facing the others, who are both facing him. Spooning each other. Not being the center of attention feels immediately better, and it's easier to breath as Kakyoin lays on his side to reach forward and touch Ambrose's hair.

Polnareff reaches over and interlinks their fingers instead, and it's so unexpectedly tender that Kakyoin's breath catches. "You look more relaxed." Which would usually be the kind of pointed observation that would make Kakyoin tense back up, but after a moment of surprise he makes the conscious effort to accept it for what it is. Apparently...Polnareff actually likes him like this.

"I'm not sure how I ended up with the two of you." Kakyoin sighs, and he presses closer to kiss Ambrose again, an act that's so soothing he can hardly believe this is the first day he's ever done it. "But I think I've discovered the only way to make Polnareff bearable is to ensure I'm not alone with him."

Kakyoin chuckles against Ambrose's mouth as Polnareff sputters with false offense behind him.